OliveEyes@oliveeyes94
A Wildly Evolving Voyage Across the Mediterranean
Xerjoff40 Knots4.2196 ratings- Longevity5/5
- 5 / 5
- Projection4/5
- 4 / 5
- Sillage4/5
- 4 / 5
- Value3/5
- 3 / 5
- Bottle5/5
- 5 / 5
The opening of 40 Knots is a little odd and stays close to the skin, but the drydown is sensational and radiates with vigour.
We’re standing at the harbour, waiting to board our yacht. A salty sea breeze carries the scent of coastal shrubs, a hint of citrus, and the whiff of a distant cypress forest (or is that an illusion of frankincense?)
Now far from the coast, the fresh, powdery scent of the salty wooden decking mixes with the warmly spiced, floral perfumes worn by fellow passengers.
As night approaches, we retreat to the yacht’s lavish interior: a room furnished in deeply coloured lacquered wood and sweetened with thick raw honey. A whiff of animalic hide enters through an open window and merges with the sweetness, giving me the impression of a long-forgotten treasure chest, sticky with the musk from the deep abyss, brimming with ambered jewels.
I adore how new facets present themselves each time I wear it, and find it fascinating how some folk get either no freshness, or no sweetness - to my nose, there are equal parts of both.
